Short story's with Azmo and Savior

How the reader meets the two (part one)

On a street full of dirty, no-good, rotten beggars that only use coin for drugs, a few people stood out of the crowded street as they rode by in their white limousine. This particular white limousine had gold paint outlining it. On the head of the expensive limousine, stood a lion painted in gold perched on top of a rock. The lion was a small lion, about the size of a child's had, but despite the lion being small on the head of the car, everyone new who's limousine that was.

"That's him." Said one of the crowd members. "That's our president of the LionsKeep."

"So that was the vice be-for Errandlo was killed eh?" Questioned' an older woman who attempted to peer through the black-stained windows of the car, and see the new leader of the country.

"Yep that was Errandlos' vice." Replied the other crowd member.

"Wasn't 'e an handsome young man when he was selected as vice?" The older woman said as she pulled up a clip of him walking up to shake Rerandlos' hand.

The young man, at the time of his selection, had just turned the age of 30 and already had a beautiful wife and daughter. He had clean, sharp features that made his stare look like he could read everyone like a open book. At the time of his selection, the new tech age had boomed, as he was part of that boom, he had some new advances placed into himself. On his arms there where gold lines that showed that he had gotten new limbs, whatever version he had was still unknown to the public to this day.

As the limousine passed the crowd and turned to the center square, the mob of people followed after, desperate to see the new leader. Some people of the mob got trampled and left behind, others where pulled away and into ally's, never to be seen again by the public eye.

The limousine pulled into the capital way. A servant came out of the drivers seat and opened the car door, revealing the new persistent and his daughter.

"It's him!" Cried one of the crowd members.

"Aww his daughter is in such a cute dress!" Cooed some of the other members of the crowd.

"He has changed some bit." Said the man who was with the older woman.

"What was his name again?" The older woman squinted her eyes, trying to remember.

"I think it's Kronur or Kronos. Something like that." Replied the gentleman as he lifted his cap off his head.

In fact, everyone who had their winter cap on took it off as the new president and his daughter walked up the capital steps and towards the podium. Although it was a cold and chilly night, many of the people began to feel warmth from the crowd as they were tightly packed in and huddled as if they were penguins.

As the presidents daughter walked to a seat with the other important people, he walked right behind the podium and turned on the mic. When the mic turned on two big screen of his face appeared with one to the right of him and the other to the left. When the gentleman saw him he gasped as he saw the presidents eyes on the screen.

"Oh- oh my Lady Goma! His eyes!" The gentleman staggered backwards into another person.

"Hey! I'm standing 'ere!" Cried the stranger that the gentleman walked into.

"Sorry sir I just got a tad bit, excited." The gentleman bowed his apologies to the stranger and turned to the older woman, but the older woman wasn't there. In her place stood a humanoid of some sort with red hair and two horns on his head.

"'Scuse me ,sir but have you seen an older lady about yee tall?" The gentleman lifted his hand to about near his shoulder as he looked up at the humanoid .

"Oh darling I was that older lady about-" The humanoid swiftly changed into the older woman, looked up and smiled at the gentleman. "Yee tall. Now, darling, you can go on about your day and I shall return to what I was doing"

The gentleman's mouth was gaping open as he realized what the humanoid was. For this particular humanoid had red hair and two devilish horns curved up to the cold night sky. As well as his face that was sharp and his eyes looked like as if they could read you like an open book. His eyes.

                   His eyes.

                                   His eyes.

The gentleman was entranced in some sort of spell pulled by the humanoid stranger. As the red haired man walked away he looked up towards the podium and whispered under his breath.

"All in good time, darling. All the good time."

Editors note: Hello guys! I'm gonna have to split this up into two or three parts (hopefully just two). I'll try my best to post more about these two interesting characters that I have made and hopefully you all will enjoy it!